A Mandir In Kabul

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Kalyani Sethuraman's rendezvous with a temple priest in Afghanistan inspired her to tell his tale through her verse.

A large grey building,
A rickety gate led in,
Will it stand if there was a blast?
An idle thought wandered through my mind,
It looked like a nondescript ministry,
It was the mandir.

An Afghan looked at us,
Dirty, unkempt, hostile?
Are you the priest? I asked.
I am, came the answer,



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